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The Prompt: Is there one event or happening your character would like to erase from their past? Why?
Toriah wishes a lot of things hadn’t happened— her father’s death, the fall of the Sunwell, Kael’thas’ betrayal in Outland, and the civil war that divided her floundering people into two factions, just to name a few.
For better or worse, all of these events have made Toriah into the woman she is today and also attributed to her “look toward a better tomorrow” attitude. She doesn’t see much point in trying to go backwards and changing things because, frankly, it may not always end up for the better.
That was a lesson she ultimately learned while on assignment with the bronze dragonflight. As one of the many adventurers contracted to fight the infinite dragons, she was sorely tempted to agree with these renegades that Azeroth might be better off if, for example, Arthas never became the Lich King. The idea troubled her even more after the Cataclysm, especially under the weight of Garrosh’s tyrannical rule.
Yet there was one thing she thought about consistently: her father.
One day, she wandered the Caverns of Time in between missions and, as she always did, thought of her father and his untimely demise. It’s not fair, she said to herself.
“Life is rarely fair, young elf,” a deep, sonorous voice said behind her.
Toriah looked around for the source and found herself face to face with the humanoid form of Nozdormu, leader of the bronze dragons. His elven features were familiar and comforting, which was important when approaching an armed mortal. He was taller than her by a head but didn’t seem to be looking down at her. She felt the tips of her ears get uncomfortably warm, even though she knew she hadn’t said anything out loud.
“Lord Nozdormu,” she managed to say, “I had not expected to find you here. I’m afraid I was lost in my thoughts.”
“I apologize for startling you,” the dragon leader said with a slight bow. “You aren’t the first to be lost in your thoughts, pondering the possibilities of the timeways, nor will you be the last. The Caverns seem to have that affect on many mortals.”
“When you only see time in one direction, this place is something of a wonder.”
“So, who is it who makes you wonder so about time?”
Toriah met Nozdormu’s golden gaze and did not waver. “My father. He died when I was just a kid.” She paused, the words sticking in her throat. “I miss him.”
Nozdormu nodded, as if he’d heard the words many times before— or knew what she was going to say already. “Come, let me show you something.”
He beckoned for the blood elf, the sands in the ornamentation at his shoulder shifting this way and that. Tori fell into step with the dragon, trying to find a balance between caution and curiosity. They passed a myriad of scenery that should not exist in the midst of desert sands: humid swamps and mires, evergreen forests, icy mountain passes.
Finally, they suddenly stepped onto fragrant grasses shaded by tall, graceful trees of auburn and gold. Toriah immediately recognized where she was.
“Home,” she whispered. “What–?”
Nozdormu only held a finger to his lips, then gestured toward the figure making its way up the road. It was an older high elf man, with fine lines around his eyes and mouth and streaks of silver in his dark hair. At his side was a round-faced girl who clung to his hand as she hopped from cobble to cobble.
“Dad,” Toriah said after the two elves passed out of sight again. “And that was me; I was six there. I remember that day. We were on our way to get ingredients for my brother’s birthday cake. I begged him to let me go with him.” She looked at Nozdormu, confused. “Why are you showing me this?”
“Do you remember what happened next?”
Toriah thought for a moment. “We found a lost lynx cub. I wanted to bring it home but Dad said it needed its mother. And we helped him find her in the end. He said it was the right thing to do, even when–”
She stopped, finally realizing Nozdormu’s point. “Even when it’s not what we want, no matter how much we might want it,” she finished.
Nozdormu took the blood elf’s hand in his and held it tight. “Whenever you miss your father, you only have to look within and find him.”
The colors of Quel’thalas melted away and they were in the shadowed depths of the Caverns again. “The days ahead when you finally face Deathwing will be dangerous and dark; the past must be what it is,” Nozdormu said. “All that matters is this moment.”
He bowed to Toriah, then let go of her hand. “Thank you for letting me be a part of that experience,” he said.
She returned the bow, holding it a moment longer out of gratitude and respect. “And thank you for reminding me what it means to be my father’s daughter again.”
Nozdormu took several paces away from Toriah and, in a flash, assumed his draconic form again. He inclined massive golden his head toward the elf before taking off and disappearing into the swirling timeways.